The aged and rotten floorboards creaked eerily in a run down sewer shack amidst the Chrysant War. Drops of sewage water and other unnamed foreign liquids fell from the decomposing oak wood ceiling, though it was never much of a ceiling at all, regarding it's duty to provide shelter and protection to those who found themselves lingering in such surroundings. A family of Slizzar lived in such a place, breathed such air, yet had such hope for a better tomorrow. The Kalzai's: Eric, his brother Xyrsi, and his mother Ssylvania.
Ssylvania raised her beastly boys to develop a bitter and prejudiced view towards mankind: Ailor. The opinionated majority of mankind had also developed a similar view directed towards Slizzar and other minorities that came to walk the same earth and breath the same smog-filled air.
The fall of the Essa Empire, or the Chrysant War, was best known for the sheer destruction of the Allar homelands, along with the blooming massacre of the Slizzar race. During such ghastly times, many raids were held and lead by the prominent Ailor race, against the Allar and Slizzar beings. Many innocents and many of those who were condemned, lost their lives.
From the undergrounds, the Kalzai's were one of the families who were caught in a raid. A group of pale skins barged into the sewer shack, making their presence and intentions known with their weapons enclosed in the palms of their hands. It didn't take long for the family of Slizzar to make themselves scarce, each finding their own way out of the enclosed nightmare, somehow and someway.
During the invasion, a child was separated from both his mother and brother. Eric had escaped through a big enough breach in the shack's wall, caused by the rotting away of the wood, leaving the whereabouts of his fellow kin unknown. As the young Slizzar hurried his way out, heat could be felt on his back, and the smog-filled air now filled with smoke. Flames danced along the insides of the shack, laughing men ran from the scene, and a mournful child slithered away as fast as he could, a broken and frightened heart weighed him down.
By chance, Eric had gotten away physically unharmed, his tail carrying him to the surface as his weeping eyes had been fed by the sun for the first time in a long time. His blackened scales began to feel the heat from above, similar to the heat of the fire, though it was comforting and embracing. Eric had found his way to the outside, though his journey had just begun.
To the Writing Services Auction winner and to my dear friend, @Ghirko.
